Forbidden Passion: A Tale of Intimacy and Desire in Ujjain

I collapsed beside her, our bodies slick with sweat, the winter chill forgotten. We curled up under the blanket, naked and content, her head on my chest. “I love you, Ashu,” she whispered, and I kissed her forehead, my heart full.

Morning came, and she woke me with a kiss, her smile brighter than the sun. From that day, we became more than cousins, more than lovers. Whenever we steal a moment, we lose ourselves in each other, our secret burning brighter than any taboo. Didi isn’t just my queen—she’s my everything.